Metamorphosis

The flashlight of dawn streams through the glass pane, as I stop in front of my bathroom mirror. I tear my eyes open, peak at my most recent image.

My legs are strong,

my proportions are…agreeably proportional,

my face is sharp and clear.

I face the daylight with confidence.

As dusk brings darkness, I return to the same bathroom and flick on the yellowing bulbs.

My acne etched into my chin, my nose, my forehead…

I feel bloated.

And weak.

I clean myself up, hastily,

fall into bed,

hoping to sleep off the insecurities,

and see a new reflection tomorrow.